Blanco Sombre v Eileen Sommers: Make or Break

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BLANCO SOMBRE w/Holly Matheson V EILEEN SOMMERS
Match Scheduled for One Fall, to be Won by Pinfall or Submission


Blanco Sombre shook out the last of his nerves, bouncing on his heels backstage. Tonight’s LAW intergender match featured him against a superstar in the business, and he wanted to make certain that he was on the absolute top of his game. Tonight was the Superestrellas’ first solo match in LAW, and his first time facing a woman who had accomplished great things in her career. He wanted to be more than ready, when he stepped out onto the entrance ramp.

His girlfriend and valet Holly Matheson, however, had reservations. For starters, while Blanco had a dominant record in their previous promotion, Blanco’s opponent tonight was undefeated in two promotions, now. And, Holly would never have admitted it aloud, but she was stunning. A goddess. Watching Blanco pin her down would be great, but she couldn’t help but worry what would happen if he didn’t manage it. Before she could voice those concerns, however, the road agent motioned to Blanco and beckoned him out onto the ramp. The world was ready for his entrance.



The horns of “Does the Lion City Still Roar” blared over the loudspeakers as Blanco Sombre burst onto the entrance ramp. He pointed straight to the hard camera and grinned, the luchador-turned-movie-star knowing exactly how to play to the crowd.

Blanco moved from one side of the ramp to the other, exchanging high-fives with the fans as he moved down the ramp. He paused briefly for selfies with some fans, before looking back over his shoulder. He then waved to Holly, calling her out of the entrance area. Holly joined him, smiling professionally as she walked out in front of a cheering crowd. However, the British Bombshell maintained a purely professional pout throughout, wanting to look 'professional.'

Spoiler

Holly strode down to meet Blanco on the ramp, and he slung an arm around her waist to pull her tight. The two cut a striking image as Blanco swung them toward the ring, both grinning wildly. Holly then grabbed Blanco’s arm as if she were about to throw him with an Irish whip and sent him rushing toward the ring!

The luchador flew toward the ring, rushing toward the steps and jumping up so he could plant a boot against the steel steps, pivot off of them, and come up on the ring apron. Blanco gave a wink to the fans before he pulled himself up, stepped between the ropes, and ducked into the center of the ring. There, Blanco got down on one knee, crossed himself, then raised his arms high into the air, drawing cheers from the fans as the arena lights hit the reflective material of his mask and cast him in a halo. Holly led a loud applause, as his music died down. Blanco remained in position. Holly, meanwhile, turned toward the entrance ramp, in anticipation of Eileen’s grand entrance.

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Spoiler

The redhead in question tonight had little intention of being all show. Her reputation seemingly proceeding her, a feat she deemed rightfully so, Eileen emerged before the masses with arms wide. Her figure clad in that signature black one piece, that almost screamed of a budding dominatrix, Eileen held her head back as that gleam filled her face. Eyes shut, she'd literally bask in both the admiration and the hate of the crowd, with the masses tonight no different from those Eileen had performed before in the past. Those whom knew her personality simply couldn't help but boo. And those who didn't, simply couldn't help but cheer. If but solely for that physique.

"Ohohoho..." Her laughter perhaps audible if barely as she cut the distance to the mid-point of the ramp, Eileen's eyes had settled tightly on the figure whom wouldn't be wrestling tonight. Hands raised, she'd but offer a open palm in Holly's direction, a curious gesture as the other hand stayed to her hip, with her figure soon coming ringside.

"Are you the help?"

Face turning before she had even given Holly chance to respond, eyes locking on Blanco, Eileen didn't even go so far as to enter the ring as her top heavy frame hung against the ropes; one hand lazily grasping upon it, as her face briefly turned to admire the masses.

"So...I get her when I win, right?" A lick to her lips as her eyes turned back to Blanco, evidently keen on laying down some curious comments on stipulations never even mentioned before.

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Blanco paced in the ring as he watched Eileen Sommers make her entrance. The decidedly mixed reaction of the crowd interested him. The luchador wasn’t unfamiliar with his opponent, but for LAW fans- even just a portion of them- to jeer a woman who looked like that, she must have really done much to earn their ire.

Eileen wasted no time adding Holly to that group of fans. Glaring at Eileen, Holly still couldn’t take her eyes off the curvaceous redhead. Before she could say anything, however, Holly got an outstretched palm in front of her face, Eileen warding her off like an insignificant speck! Holly’s fair cheeks flushed bright red, and she would have screamed if her entire body hadn’t tensed up so much! Holly’s hands balled up into small fists at her sides, body trembling as she tried and failed to come up with a response to Eileen’s dismissal!

Blanco watched all of this while shaking his head. He’d seen several opponents walk in with this kind of swagger and still end up leaving the ring in tears. Of course, Holly’s futile rage did, he hated to admit, add an amusing note to this …

“Oh, when you win?” Blanco said, head leaning forward after he listened to Eileen’s question about ‘getting’ Holly if she won. “That’s awfully confident, isn’t it? I dunno, what do we get when I win?” The broad-chested luchador raised his arms with a shrug, smirking at Eileen.

“We’ve got a lot of laundry that needs doing, mister,” Holly said, from ringside. “And some floors I’m sure she’d look great scrubbing down …”

“Well, there we have it,” Blanco said, stepping forward. He held his head high and his spine straight. “So, you know, if you’re feeling like putting some pride on the line, maybe we could arrange that …” Blanco looked Eileen square in the eyes, trying to focus. The bet didn’t intimidate him, so much … however, trying to keep himself from thinking too much about Eileen and Holly spending a night together did keep distracting him from the task at hand!

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Despite the enjoyment Eileen would relish in should she actually win and acquire Holly in some form, the goading towards her male foe was simply just that. Seeing no reason to put her own figure on the line, despite the fact that to her, this match was already a win, Eileen merely shrugged off that offer that came in return.

Figure soon enough in the ring, head bent a little forward to add some fierceness to that scowl as she looked out the corner of her eyes at Blanco with her hands to her hips, Eileen couldn't resist yet another goad, one to address that offer that came after all. Despite the fact that said offer was obviously something of a joke-one.

"Mhmm...on second thoughts...Not my style..." A toothy grin shot to Holly through the ropes, you'd be forgiven for mistaking that the encounter due to happen was indeed to be between the figure outside the ring and the redhead, as opposed to the two actually in the ring.

"She looks a little too...broken down? Like an old mule...one in desperate need of being put down..."

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Blanco took some deep breaths, trying to keep his mind on the match in front of him and not the fantasies playing out in his head. Eileen was clearly a cagey woman, and Blanco was just beginning to realize how dangerous the German dominatrix could be, if she got into his head.

However, Eileen had managed to find prime real estate in Holly’s head and didn’t seem to be going anywhere any time soon! Eileen’s catty comments made Holly flush red, looking positively steamed! The buxom British Bombshell’s entire body tensed, tiny fists balled at her hips as she glared into the ring.

“Old mule!?” Holly gasped. “You slag! Put her ass down, mister! I want fans in the cheap seats to hear her submit!”

“Aren’t you older than her?” Blanco said, smirking. He waved off his own comment, trying to keep himself loose and casual. “It doesn’t matter. Sorry you weren’t confident enough to take the bet, but that’s okay. I’ll just have to be satisfied with being the one that finally beats you!” The referee looked between the two wrestlers in the ring, increasingly nervous.

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Despite shuddering with pure rage, though briefly, at the mention of her age, Eileen's confident glare off into the distance apparently told the world she simply wasn't interested in whatever Blanco, and Holly for that matter, had to further refute her with.

"Okay...begin..." She'd wave her hand, eyes everywhere but her foe and the referee alike, before literally rolling her eyes as she assumed something resembling a wrestling stance. She was confident, of course, but Eileen's figure resembled that of a child in a museum when they could have been at home playing video games.

"Let's...sheesh...let's get this over with..." Her palms open before her, she'd literally tut before pouting, holding her figure where it was.

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Blanco peered out from beneath his mask and caught Eileen’s shudder. The experienced luchador ran a finger beneath the chin strap of his mask, making certain it was fastened, and smirked. The German woman’s demeanor was cool, aloof, but Blanco was seeing from cracks in her armor. Presenting confidence was a huge part of professional wrestling, and Eileen was a master. Probably why she was undefeated. In this moment, however, Blanco was starting to think that he could have found his opening, thanks to Holly …

Blanco kept his stance loose, shaking his head side to side. The entire time, however, he wouldn’t take his eyes off Eileen. To the point that, at ringside, Holly started to get a little pouty. The second the bell rang, however, Blanco lunged in. He looked for a second like he would lock up, but then dropped that stance and instead laid into Eileen with a strike. Bringing his open palm down hard across Eileen’s immaculate chest, he chopped her breasts with an echoing blow, drawing a loud cheer from the fans and- hopefully- a cry from his opponent!

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Eileen herself had yet to pick how she'd fight this foe. Strength simply wouldn't cut it; she was all for declaring the superiority of the female gender, but she wasn't so confident as to think she had the power game on Blanco. Even speed, whilst more appealing than strength, didn't appear too enticing. Eileen didn't like running by stereotypes, but she couldn't help but expect that with a luchadore mask came agility and acrobatics. No, she'd need to use simply more than what her body had on offer...

Pondering yet still as Blanco raised his arms, Eileen slowly but surely sought to accept that lock, not at all fearing that she'd be weaker by so much that she wouldn't be able to find an opening within a test of strength. Caught out however as her larger foe walked the more cunning path, Eileen's large bosom would be left jiggling as she immediately stepped back. Mouth forming a O, and cheeks red and puffy, Eileen appeared to have been caught out and then some by that heinous strike.

Her figure even going so far as to fall to a single knee, hand to her chest, gasping. Figure appearing almost as if it were done for already...

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The crowd’s voices rose into a single “WOOO!” of enthusiasm, as Blanco’s chop connected with Eileen’s bust. Blanco watched her soft, pale flesh jiggle enticingly, and found himself wondering how the redhead managed to stay in her provocative ring gear through an entire match. Blanco could feel his body responding to the sight of her, but tried to shake it off.

“Yeah!” Holly shouted, from ringside, “Knock her out, mister!” The buxom Briton had already been humiliated by her failure to keep up with Eileen’s verbal sparring earlier, but now she had a chance to get some proxy revenge. Blanco winked at his girl, ready to give her that satisfaction.

Despite his dominant position, the luchador still remembered that Eileen was, as of yet, undefeated. Despite Eileen going down to a knee, and Holly’s enthusiasm to see that happen, Blanco knew he had a long way to go. Knowing this, however, Blanco had a chance at doing some damage, and he would take it. Blanco reached out, hooking Eileen over the head. Flexing his muscular arm, the luchador would jerk back, kicking his feet out forward, to Eileen’s side, and try to spike the German woman’s beautiful red-maned head straight into the mat with a spike DDT!

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Eileen continued that somewhat-charade, her pain seemingly monstrous, to the point where she couldn't even stand straight. And when she did, her male foe was already approaching, arm raised with intent to lock it around her mug. Whilst her bosom was aching, and somewhat still jiggling from that hit, Eileen was not even close to being as pain-stricken as she seemed. Had she been a wrestler whom could so easily be hurt, she would have likely not have lasted so long in wrestling in the first place, never mind the undefeated streak she possessed.

The charade seemed to pay the bills though, as Blanco approached her quickly, but perhaps not with enough wariness as he should have had. For the moment he hooked around Eileen's head, the redheads hands made motions of her own. Locking tightly onto those hips of her male foe, she'd try to use that limited strength to great use; picking Blanco a inch or two off the floor, before trying to drop him in a front atomic drop!